After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

at the same time.

The "Wangjiang Pavilion" clubhouse, the top-tier private room.

Xia Yu sat on the sofa, looking at Wang Sizhe sitting opposite her with a wary look in her eyes, yet also revealing a hint of unconcealed fatigue.

"Young Master Wang, let's skip the pleasantries," Xia Yu said, getting straight to the point. "Let's get down to business. What's the interest rate for that bridge loan from the Wang family?"

Holding his wine glass, Wang Sizhe didn't show the same eagerness he had in Yanjing; instead, he adopted a very gentlemanly demeanor.

"Mr. Xia, don't be so formal."

Wang Sizhe stood up, picked up the decanter himself, and poured half a glass of red wine into the glass in front of Xia Yu.

"I've said it before, I, Wang Sizhe, am a person who appreciates talent. I'm fully aware of the current predicament of the Blue Ocean Group. I'm only lending this money because of you. As for the interest..."

Wang Sizhe smiled slightly, his eyes carrying a deceptively tolerant look: "Just calculate it at the lowest market interest rate, and I can even extend your repayment period by six months. I only have one request: I hope President Xia can treat me as a true friend and not always shut me out."

Xia Yu frowned slightly.

She knew perfectly well that Wang Sizhe, a capitalist who devoured people without spitting out the bones, was definitely up to no good by suddenly being so kind. However, LanHai Group was now on the verge of life and death; if they didn't get this money, countless creditors would be knocking on their door and sealing off the company tomorrow.

She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Zhao Mingyuan, the executive vice president sitting next to her.

Zhao Mingyuan held a teacup in his hand and gave her a subtle yet reassuring look, as if to say, "President Xia, stabilizing the funds and saving our lives is the most important thing."

Xia Yu took a deep breath, picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, and was about to say a few polite words to finalize this "life-saving money".

however.

The instant her lips touched the rim of the glass!

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The heavy mahogany door of the private room seemed to have been hit by a bomb, as it was violently kicked open from the outside!

The immense force caused the heavy door to slam against the wall with a terrifying roar.

The three people in the private room were all startled and turned around in astonishment.

Jiang Ye, dressed in a black trench coat, led a dozen burly, menacing-looking bodyguards in black, like a god of death from hell, strode in with a terrifying aura!

"Eno?!"

Xia Yu's pupils contracted sharply, her face filled with disbelief. "How did you get here?"

Jiang Ye completely ignored Xia Yu's shock; his icy, piercing eyes were fixed on Wang Sizhe, who was sitting in the main seat.

"You're fucking asking for it!"

Jiang Ye was furious. He took a few steps forward and kicked the huge dining table in front of Wang Sizhe, which was covered with delicacies!

"Splash—!"

The solid wood dining table, weighing several hundred kilograms, was overturned and smashed on the ground. Expensive plates and wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, and soup and red wine splashed all over Wang Sizhe, making his white bespoke suit look disheveled.

"Jiang Ye! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Startled by this sudden turn of events, Wang Sizhe retreated repeatedly, pointing at Jiang Ye in a fit of rage and shouting.

"This is Wangjiang Pavilion! I'm here to discuss legitimate business with President Xia! You bring your men in and cause trouble, do you really think no one in Hanzhou can handle you?!"

"To discuss business?"

Jiang Ye sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and murderous intent.

"Someone like you, trash, dares to do business with her? Do you really think others can't see through your despicable schemes?"

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't even glance at Zhao Mingyuan, who was still in shock beside him.

He strode up to Xia Yu, grabbed her slender wrist tightly with astonishing force, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"Come with me!"

Jiang Ye's voice was icy. Ignoring Xia Yu's struggles and astonishment, he forcefully dragged her out of the private room, escorted by bodyguards.

……

In the dead of night in Hanju, a cold wind howled through the streets.

The fine autumn rain pattered against people's faces, sending a chill down their spines.

Jiang Ye dragged Xia Yu all the way to the black Maybach parked on the side of the road.

He suddenly flung his hand away.

Xia Yu lost her balance and slammed her back hard against the cold car door, letting out a cry of pain.

"Jiang Ye! What are you doing! You're hurting me!"

Xia Yu rubbed her wrist, which had been pinched red. The composure she had maintained in the private room crumbled instantly, and a strong sense of grievance and anger welled up in her eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?!"

Jiang Ye stood in the rain, his eyes bloodshot from extreme anger.

He pointed his finger at Xia Yu's nose and roared furiously.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"Having been made a fool of like a monkey by that beast in Yanjing once wasn't enough, now they're eager to go and offer themselves up for his death?!"

"You really think your pathetic business acumen can outmaneuver those ruthless beasts from the Wang family?!"

"Do you realize that by stepping into that private room tonight, you've essentially handed the Blue Ocean Group its neck to his guillotine!"

Faced with Jiang Ye's barrage of angry words, Xia Yu's proud self-esteem as a female CEO was severely hurt.

Her eyes were red as she stared intently at Jiang Ye, retaliating hysterically:

"Yes! I've lost my mind! But what can I do?!"

"The funding for Genting Town is about to run out! Thousands of people are waiting for their salaries! Are you expecting me to just watch the legacy my father left behind crumble?!"

"Wang Sizhe is only here today to discuss low-interest loans! He didn't ask for anything unreasonable! Even if he's scheming, once he gets the money to tide him over, I have plenty of ways to kick him out later!"

"And you? What right did you have to barge in and cause such a ruckus without even asking what happened! You've ruined this life-saving money!"

Hearing Xia Yu still defending Wang Sizhe, Jiang Ye was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"Low-interest loans? No conditions attached?"

Jiang Ye laughed in extreme anger, his laughter filled with sorrow and mockery.

"Xia Yu, are you truly stupid, or are you just fooling yourself?"

"Didn't I warn you that Zhao Mingyuan was problematic?! Taking him tonight is like taking a time bomb to negotiate with the devil!"

"Your trump cards, your funding gap, even your bottom line—Zhao Mingyuan sold them all to Wang Sizhe long ago!"

"Shut up!"

Xia Yu angrily interrupted Jiang Ye, her chest heaving violently.

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

"Uncle Zhao is a long-serving employee left by my father. He didn't leave even when the company was at its most difficult! What gives you the right to slander him time and time again?!"

"You're saying he's the mole? Fine! Where's the evidence?!"

Xia Yu reached out and almost shoved her hand into Jiang Ye's face.

"Produce the actual transaction records! Produce his statement! If you can't, you're just fabricating things out of thin air and trying to interfere with my internal management!"

"Jiang Ye, you're a control freak! You have no idea about my despair, you only care about your ridiculous need for control!"

Jiang Ye looked at the woman in front of him, her face streaked with tears, who had spoken to him because of a mole.

The anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness and disappointment.

It was the coldness of having one's sincerity treated like dirt, and being trampled and rubbed in the mud.

"Okay, very good."

Jiang Ye sneered, took a step back, and increased the distance between the two.

"Since you think I'm a control freak and that I don't understand you."

"Since you'd rather believe an inside man than me."

"From this moment on, I, Jiang Ye, will no longer care about your life or death, or the life or death of your Blue Ocean Group."

Jiang Ye turned around, opened the passenger door, and got in.

"drive!"

With a deep roar, the Maybach sped away into the rain.

Xia Yu was left alone, leaning against the cold lamppost, watching the taillights of the car disappear into the night, tears mingling with the rain, silently streaming down her face.

Their relationship plummeted to its lowest point during the torrential rain and argument that night.

……